The loud cheers from a crowd,
The echo of overlapping voices,
The shadows of people passing,
The enchanting lights of the night.
The blanket of people and the feel of their presence.
Away from the voices in my head,
The fears of my heart,
The tears in my closed eyes,
And the non-sleep I get when I lie down.
I am an extrovert because I need to be.
And yet I cannot.